IN JEST

His miser boss Went out for a toss When the MD knocked his door. He plummeted down To save his crown When his senior asked for more. His hair had grown on his chest On his back as well down south. Where nested in peace There hung two bees His tongue got stuck in his mouth. The doc came up Once or twice To run his regular tests. His BP down, His wife in town He lost his killer jests. He crossed himself and prayed to God His taste for wine was lost. The honey bees made merry cheer, His company bore his cost. Then one fine day they stopped his pay, No wife no son no home. He saw a man without a shawl, All hurled and curled in snow. With nothing to lose, the bees long gone. He poured his drink once more. The only coat, he gave in zest To the man and settled his score.